Chapter 25
-laughs nervously- what I meant was about any comments about the length of my story or how long it takes.
When a stone is dropped into the water, the ripples can go on long after the stone has sunk...
In the grand hall that was the meeting place for the Captains, Yamamoto sat on the cushion that was his throne up top the raised platform. His eyes closed in deep meditation, the heat the room gave off calmed the fire within far better than the airated house and garden he was afforded as Captain-General. His brow furrowed in concentration as the thick energy around him was radiating immense heat.
In the recent days he had never left that spot nor stopped his meditative state, not even for other Captains who were banging on the large red double doors demanding to see him. He knew what they were going to complain about and he would hear them later he was sure. What he was concentrating on was much more important than their words.
The intense spiritual pressure lessened ans Yamamoto opened his eyes slowly. "The child lives... but that was too close," sweat covered his brow as he shakily stood up, the sound of the end of his wooden staff clanging on the floor echoed through the room. His elderly frame seemed almost as old as he actually was as he leaned on his staff, as though he had drained an exceptional amount of energy n the time he was meditating.
"Though I have no doubt the enemy is now fully aware of the child..." he rasped aloud as he slowly stepped off the platform and made his way across the room, "I may have to make preparations in the other world... if the danger comes too close..." The huge double doors opened with a long creaking sound, and shut with a cold thunderous slam when the Captain-General left.
"I wonder if there will be enough time..."
End chapter 25